A Walk Under The Coast Poem by Saul Palti

Lanes and lanes of dead corpses
standing up straight
walking throughout the ice steel street
as their eyes open
a cold tongue asks for change

what do you get
a luxury life fit for a lane
standing to be next in line
while the gone remain
when the burial is postponed

the post-mortem has been checked
retarded and subsided
deep underground
where the fallen walk to their destination
along the dread of foolish playgrounds

a night in the devils dance
taken all that was without a prescription
and his description was fair
without a clause or finger
underneath the only gift